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Until We Meet Again, Mom – #poetry

29 Monday Jun 2020

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With her own heart, she gave love

Guiding and nurturing me down the path

Of life, a life I could not have lived, without her

Her gentle touch, comforting words, always

Music to my ears, a concert of positive

Notes left in my lunchbox, her reminder

She was always with me, always had me,

In her arms, even in her weakest moments

She was stronger than anyone I knew, and

Now that she has made the journey to Heaven

I know I will still have that guiding light,

For in my eyes, she will always be a star.

 

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Collage by Vander May Funeral Home with permission from family.

Their Final Goodbye – #poetry – #spirits – #NaPoWriMo

07 Tuesday Apr 2020

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A candle lit, for empty tombs

An angel watches over gloom

Sheds her light in darkness, shine

Let spirits wander, not to pine

From out their corpse, they will flee

Their search, to find serenity

To rest their weary, ghostly form

To rise above the laden storm

Of humans, wandering, so lost

Who vilify, but at what cost?

Then drown their sorrows, lest repent

The blaming of, they don’t relent

They look away, and do not hear

Laments of those, so filled with fear

But they who wander, do not stay

They dare not waste another day

Instead they fly, their spirit, high

No longer tethered, they breathe a sigh

 

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Illuminating the Darkness – #poetry of the #moon & #sky – #ButterflyCinquain

23 Monday Dec 2019

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Lucent

O’er the fields

Her moonbeams softly splayed

She illuminates the darkness

Glowing

Luna, overseeing night skies

Safely guiding angels

From the shadows

Brilliant

 

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A Dear Friend is Called Home – “My mom Natalie” by her daughter, Nikki

17 Wednesday Apr 2019

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Many of us knew and loved Natalie and her inspiring posts here, on WP.

On Monday, April 8th, the Lord called Natalie home. I will miss her greatly, but know she will be watching from above.

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Sacred Touches

* My mom was an eloquent writer–an artist with words.

* My mom was a gardener–waiting and working expectantly for spring and the roses that abound in her yard right now.

*My mom was photographer–enjoying the colors and sights that God put into this world.

*My mom was a quilter–making each quilt a special treasure for the one she was making it for.

*My mom loved me fiercely–I’m proud to call her my mom.

**Most importantly, my mom knew Jesus Christ as her Savior and Lord–God forgave her for her sins because she called on Jesus in faith!

My mom met Jesus face-to-face on Monday the 8th. We will all miss her terribly but are glad we get to see her in Heaven one day!

Thank you to all mom’s blog friends. I know she loved you. Here are pics of her garden blooming right now!

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Friday Fantasy ~ Sly of the Fox – #poetry – #whatdoyousee?

08 Friday Feb 2019

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The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”.  You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you.  More info can be found in the link below.


Two maidens, quite fair, with the sly of a fox

Take heed when you greet them, too near

Each holds the one which matches her locks

Pick wisely, or else, face a lifetime of drear

She, who holds white, holds the heavens above

Pristine and untouched, by mere mortal hands

She who holds red, holds the demons below

Eyes closed, she drips vile, where she stands

Cloaked as forest foxes, though, easy to tell

Who is who, they still have their ways of hiding

Do you really know, which one you have met?

Think quickly, there is no time for deciding!

 

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